#weather #cold #frost

Frost
Father christmas had been and gone, his
reindeer now making a beat towards the stables
outside, in the dark –
someone was playing whilst others slept
taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched
from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
#weather #cold #frost

Father christmas had been and gone, his
reindeer now making a beat towards the stables
outside, in the dark –
someone was playing whilst others slept
taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched
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